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After the no-good, very-bad day that was like a day and a half, there was no doubt the situation in the milk stand pen was out of hand. And I couldn’t take it anymore! And now I don’t have to.
Broken left gate, fixed and nailed shut permanently:

Additional board blocking BP’s path so she has to back out instead of trying to go sideways and catty-corner:

Baby, collared:

And on a lead!

Instead of wrestling Glory Bee for the milk, I tie her to the corner and milk undisturbed.

(Side note: I love my pot-in-a-bucket because when I go back to the porch, I take my pot out of the bucket, leave the bucket outside, and just take in my pot. Nothing dirty comes into the house! I like having the handle on the bucket till then. It makes it easy to carry, and I can hang it up on a nail on the milk stand while I’m waiting to finish things up with Glory Bee.)
When I’m done, Glory Bee gets her turn:

Sometimes Boomer, the milk supervisor, stops by to inspect.

While she’s tied, Glory Bee can still reach mommy and snack from her feed box.

BP and I are so relieved!

P.S. I think you’ve scared me out of the dehorning paste. I’m investigating other options.
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I finally bought a halter yesterday. The fun will begin………
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Glory Bee will certainly start settling down more now with you giving her some restrictions. What an adorable scamp!
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If Glory Bee is anything like my daughter she’ll get all of her rebellion out of her system when she’s young and be a sweetheart when she’s a teenager.
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I love what’s going on in that shot of Boomer checking out the process. photos of Boomer always put a smile on my face.
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And THANK YOU for that tip of putting the milking pot (aka stock pot) in a bucket! I use a stock pot when milking my goats and never have figured out how to carry it and everything else – the pot-in-a-bucket-with-a-handle would be perfect!!!
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